And with that she took what destroyed her and wrapped it in a cardboard box.
She sent it away to a place she had forgotten, addressed to herself. With clarity in her eyes.
She yearned to make new mistakes.
She set out on a mission of new love. With clarity in her eyes.
She refused to be hopelessly blinded by misguided expectations.
Heart on her sleeve. She had been punished for crimes non committed. Though she forgave them.
She hated herself. Though she loved them. She hated herself for loving them.
She was not what they were.
She was her.
- written with Margo's
